"Dear Tweek." Mrs. Lane started. Even though you couldn't see it, there was panic in Craig's eyes. He looked like a deer in headlights. "Please stop!" Craig begged. Mrs. Lane looked away from the note. "Why Craig?" His cheeks were slightly red. "Because." "Because why Craig?" Before anyone of us could react, Craig was out of his seat and ripping the note from her hands. "Craig Tucker!" she screamed. Craig flipped her off as he ran out the door.

All I could do was sit there in total shock. I had never seen him do that before. "Whatever was in that note he didn't want anyone to hear." Mrs. Lane said looking at the door. I just stared at her. What was in that note?

The longer I thought about it, the madder I got. Craig completely disappeared after the art fiasco. So, I had to carry his backpack to his friends. Let me tell you, Craig's backpack is really heavy.

"Well look who it is!" Clyde said wrapping his arm around me. I liked Clyde, but he never understood boundaries. He was always in mine. Craig told me it was because he enjoyed just being close to people. That never helped me though. "W...we...well, it...it's Tweek." Jimmy said with a smile. Token just nod his head at me. "Craig isn't here, so what brings you around?" Clyde asked. I lifted up the backpack. "Craig left this in art class." Token took it from my hand. "Why?" Clyde asked.

I don't think Craig would want me to tell them why. "I think he got sick." I said trying to keep my voice from cracking. I was bad at doing that when I lied. "Th...th...that is w...wei...weird." Jimmy said. I avoided eye contact. Otherwise, I am sure they would figure me out.

"Well, I am going to go now. I have to get to class." I quickly said. "We will let Craig know-" I was rounding the corner before Clyde could finish.

I sat in the shop doodling on the counter. I hadn't heard from Craig since art class. I shouldn't be worried about him. We just started hanging out again. For some reason though, I couldn't keep him off my mind.

"What was in that fucking note?" I whispered to myself.

"What note sweetie?" my mom asked. "FUCK!" I screamed. She laughed as I grabbed the counter. "Don't sneak up on me like that." I breathed out. Ever since I was little I hated when someone snuck up on me. Thank you meth for that fear. "I'm sorry baby." she cooed patting my head.

I turned to look at her. She was wearing her light blue dress that she has had since I was born. "What do you want?" I asked. My mom stood beside me. "Nothing. I just wanted to hang out with my baby." she said. "Well, there is really nothing to do." I said motioning around the store. She smiled at me then planting a kiss on my cheek. "Oh, well. It will be some good quality time." I couldn't help but smile. When I was little I would love to hang out with my mom, if I wasn't with Craig.

Mom and I cleaned on the store. Catching up on my crazy life.

"So, Craig is back in your life." she said questionably. "That is a complicated answer." I said whipping down the tables. "How is it complicated?" "Well, it is just..." I teetered off. She put her hand on my shoulder, "You don't have to tell me." she said with a small smile. "It isn't that. This whole situation is weird. He hasn't talked to me since elementary school. Then, the summer before junior year he randomly comes to the shop and says he is ready to hang out." I said. I could feel my anxiety rising. There was something wrong with this. "He then randomly shows up to my house. Walks me to school and wants me to skip with him. I say no, then end up skipping for around an hour, to draw in the parking lot with him." I said motioning to my chalk colored jeans.

"That seems cute Tweek. It seems he just wants to hang out again." she said grabbing my hands. "I know. When I confronted him about it, he wouldn't give me a straight answer. He then wrote me a note trying to explain it to me." I could hear my voice shaking. Something wasn't adding up to me. Why was he randomly hanging out with me?

My mom put her hand on my cheek. "Honey. I think he is still that shy little boy. I remember he was never good at expressing himself. What was it he use to do?" she asked snapping her finger. "Flip people off." "Yeah! That is how he would express himself. But, with you, I noticed he would try to express his emotions. Maybe writing it down helps him sort out what he is feeling." she said smiling.

"But I want him to tell me. Tell me why he left me. Why it took him so long to finally come back." I moaned. "Why do you want that?" I looked around. God, why was I so anxious about this. "Because I can tell when he is lying to me." I said quickly.

"Why do you think he is lying?" my mom asked. "I don't know! I just feel like he is keeping something from me." I said with tears filling my eyes. "Oh, honey." she said wiping my tears. "I don't think Craig could lie to you. I know that boy thought highly of you. I think he is just nervous that you might not feel the same." she said softly.

I shook my head. Maybe that is it. I know I would be nervous if it had been the other way around.

"He will express himself once he figures out his emotions." she said with a smile. "Yeah." I said smiling back. She rubbed my head, "Feel better?" I shook my head yes. I did feel better, but there was still something gnawing at the back of my head. "That's good! Now let's get cleaning." she said pumping her fist.

I laid in my bed trying to go to sleep. My brain refused to go to sleep. I glance over at my nightstand. I wouldn't tell my parents, but in the drawer, I had some of their meth in there. I haven't used it yet. I don't know why I have it there. I just took it one day while filling the cups. I think it brought me a comfort. There have been times though where I have wanted to take it.

I reached over to it when there was a peck on my window. "Ah!" I screeched. I turned to look at the window.

Oh god! The cops are finally here!

A rock hit my window. "Oh god!" I said wrapping my blanket around me. "Tweek?" I heard. "How do they know my name?" I asked. Another rock hit my window. "Tweek! It's Craig."

I slowly opened my window. Down below was Craig. "What are you doing here?" I asked. Craig rubbed the back of his neck. "Well?" I asked. Now that I knew it was Craig, I was annoyed. He just looked at his shoes. "If you aren't going to say anything I am going to back to bed." I said closing my window.

"Wait!" he shouted. I stopped. "I came here to explain myself." he said pulling out the note he ripped from Mrs. Lane's hands. "I wanted to read this to you." Craig cleared his throat as he unwrapped the paper.

"Tweekers,

I know we are very different, especially when it comes to expressing ourselves. You are someone who wants to talk about their emotions. You let people know when they are bothering you. When they make you happy. Me, well, I would rather flip someone off and never speak to them again about the topic. It is something that has caused me a lot of issues. I realize though that I do need to talk to you because I hurt you Tweek," he looked up at me, "I did not know how bad I hurt you until we spoke today. I broke things off with you because I am afraid of my emotions. Afraid to feel. Whenever I was with you I felt everything. Love, happiness, fear, scared, joy. That made me so afraid because that meant I could feel heartache."

Craig swallowed, "I was afraid of that because we never truly talked about what we were. I didn't want to bring it up in fear that you would say that we were just doing it to keep the town happy. I loved you Tweek. Don't ask me when I realized it, because I don't know. I just woke up one day and realized that my feeling had shifted. Once I realized this, that is when the fear grew. So I did something that I thought would protect me. I got rid of the thing that made me feel. I thought by letting you go I would never have to experience it. But, I did. I still felt things. I hated it. I wanted my life to go back to before we dated."

I could hear a crack in his voice. "That is why I told you it would be best for us to not hang out again. I know, it is really shitty and selfish of me. It hurt to let you go, but by your reaction, I thought you didn't care that much. You seemed so calm, but now I realize you weren't. You acted the way you did because you loved me and you did not want me to feel bad. You let me be me." A sad smile crept across his face. "They say be careful about what you wish for. My plan worked. Within a short few weeks, I couldn't feel. I was back to the old me. But something was different. There was this small ache in my heart that never truly went away. Me being me, I ignored it."

"My boring life was back to normal. Until, that fateful day before junior year. Fuck Clyde, by the way. He wanted to get a drink for some stupid reason and Tweek Bro's were the closest thing. As we walked in I prayed you weren't there. But, for some reason, the universe likes to fuck with me. There you were, sitting by the counter drawing. When my eyes landed on you doodling, that ache in my heart went away. It was like it never existed at all." Craig looked up at me and smiled, "I realized then Tweek that I loved you still. I realized that I probably will never stop loving you even if I tried my damned hardest to stop. I know I am the shittiest person alive and you probably will never want to hang out with me after this, but please. Give me a chance." he said throwing the paper on the ground.

I didn't know what to say. This was too overwhelming. "Craig I...I..." My brain was shutting down from this. I needed to do something or I was going to explode. So I did the only thing I could do. I closed my window and laid down. Curling up into a ball I just let all my emotions take over and I cried until I couldn't cry no more.

Author's Note:

So I realized that I accidentally posted this chapter before the previous one. So, I moved it around. If you have already read this chapter, I am sooooo sorry about that. I have been so busy with work and school that my brain has been a little fried. The good news is you kinda get two chapters in one day.

I hope the note is good. I worked a lot on it. I wanted it to sound like something Craig might say, but I also put my little twist on it. This chapter in all honesty has been my favorite to write (among my SP fanfics). I do hope you enjoy it. I am curious to see how Tweek truly responds to this. Do you all think that he should give Craig another chance or tell him no? Do you think that feeling Tweek gets about Craig is just paranoia or is something truly wrong? What about Tweek still keeping some meth? So many questions! Lol.

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